Living With My Aunt Betty

Summary: About a boy that had to start living with his aunt. His aunt 
did not put up with bed wetting or potty accidents like his mom. She 
had a new way to deal with wetting.

	My mother had to transfer to Germany for two year to keep her job 
but she did not to take me with her. She said it would be to hard an 
eight-year-old at school. She asked me if I would like to stay with 
Aunt Betty. I jumped and said "YES" I would like it. That is because 
she ran a day school for kids' one-years-old to twelve-years-old. She 
had all kinds of toys to play with along with my three cousins' seven-
year-old Billy, fiver-year-old Jimmy and three-year-old Timmy.
	So at the end of this school year mom and I would take a bus to 
and town two hundred miles south of Chicago where she would drop me off 
at my aunt's before flying to Germany.
	Three weeks later we were on our way to my aunt's. Mom let me 
roam the bus because there were only a few passengers. I was drinking 
the sodas we brought with us and using to potty every half hour or so 
because of it. We arrived at my aunt's town at about 9:00PM. She helped 
load my luggage in to my aunt's car and said good-by as she had to take 
the bus to the airport to go to Germany.
	On the car ride to my aunt's school about five miles outside of 
town and two miles to the nearest neighbor. We unloaded my luggage 
found my pajamas so I could get dressed for bed. I had the top bunk of 
one of the two sets of bunk beds Billy had the top bunk of the other. 
Jimmy was below Billy and Timmy was below me.
	I was asleep within minutes after being covered by my aunt. I 
slept so good that night nothing woke me up until Timmy climbed up in 
my bed to wake me. He quickly discovered I had done something I have 
not done in two months, I wet my bed. He started to giggle as I still 
hadn't realized what I had done. Then my other cousins had a good look. 
My aunt came in and asked what's going on in here. She found me trying 
to climb down out of my wet bed when she helped me all the way down. 
Sense I was so small for a eight-year-old it was easy for her.
	She told me the rules about wetting the bed. I had to now wear 
training pants the rest of the day. She carried me to the corner of the 
room next to the crib was a changing table she removed my wet pajamas 
and cleaned me up and had me in a pair of Pull-Ups. I was so small they 
a perfect fit. She put me down and I asked what about my pants. She 
told me if you wear training-pants you are not aloud to wear pants. She 
did put a Big-Bird T-shirt on me but it only came to just the top of my 
training pants.
	She told me to pull my training pants down and sit on the potty 
in the corner of the room beside the baby crib. I tried to talk her out 
of it and asked if I could go sit on the big toilet in the bathroom. 
She said no that I need to sit on the potty for ten minutes. While I 
sat on the potty my cousin were getting out of their pajamas and 
getting dressed for the day. After they finished my aunt came in the 
room and told me to stand up. When I stood up she pulled up my training 
pants up. They had stars on the front. She pointed out if the stars 
disappeared I was wet and I would be diapered in baby diapers for three 
days and treated just like a toddler.
	She walked me to the kitchen where before I knew it I was lifted 
into one of many highchairs around the kitchen and strapped in. She put 
the tray in front of me and said. "It's breakfast time." I said I don't 
need a highchair I am big enough to eat at the table. She told me if 
you are wearing training pants or diapers you must sit in a highchair 
to eat your meals. Both of my cousins giggled and my aunt said you know 
the rules about teasing. They quit giggling and started to eat their 
breakfast. While my aunt started to feed me my oatmeal.
	Half way through my breakfast I needed to poop so badly. I tried 
to tell her but every time I opened my mouth she would fill it with 
oatmeal. She was finely finished and I started to tell her I need to go 
to the potty. She said that I had just gotten off the potty and I would 
have to wait until after I finished my breakfast bottle. She had my 
mouth filled with a baby bottle nipple before I could say another word. 
I tried to talk but she said drink it or I would spend the day sitting 
in this highchair. I sucked as fast as I could so I would be able to go 
sit on the potty. But the poop I was holding back started slipping out 
into my training pants. The poop was followed by pee as I gave up and 
let go.
	Aunt Betty said. "Smells like we have a new baby in the house 
that needs his diaper changed." I started to cry but she told me, I 
would have to finish my bottle before she would change me.
	After breakfast we walked to the daycare center behind the house. 
My aunt was holding my hand walking me in my wet and messy pair of 
training pants. In the daycare center there were three other ladies 
taking care of seven other boys' ages one and a half to ten-years-old. 
There were three classes for the boys, babies to three-year-olds, three 
to five-year-olds and six to eleven-year-olds.
	The two to three-year-old class was to the left side of the 
building this is where my aunt led me telling Miss. Wells that I need 
to be put back in diapers because I had wet and messed my training 
pants. Miss. Wells said why was he wearing training pants? My aunt told 
her that I had wet my bed and spent ten minutes on the potty before 
breakfast then at breakfast wet and mess while I ate my breakfast. 
Miss. Wells said. She could take care of older babies just like the 
little ones there is no difference.
	Miss. Wells led me to my class room it had four cribs, four 
highchairs, and two changing tables. There were baby toys in the play 
area that was a just large playpen ten feet by ten feet and four feet 
high. There were two doorways with no doors just gates that were 
released by a button at the top of the doorway out off reach of little 
hands. It was so far out of reach no boy shorter that five feet tall 
could ever reach it. All the rooms were so open so that someone in any 
one room could see what was going on in all of the other rooms. Diaper 
changes were done out in the open so every one could see when a baby 
has messed or wet his diaper.
	First Miss. Wells put me on the changing table and removed my wet 
and messy pants. She took her time cleaning me up but when she finished 
she put a size 6 Luvs Diaper on me and found it was a little too big so 
she put a size 5 on me instead. She asked me if I would be a good boy 
and keep my hand off my diaper. I told her no I am going to rip them 
off. So she put me into a playsuit that zipped up the back. It was just 
like the ones a one year old would wear. It had a teddy bear in a 
diaper on the front with a pacifier loop at the shoulder. She then put 
me on the ground and I realized I could not stand up because of the way 
the playsuit was made. I had to crawl where ever I went. I started to 
cry it's not fair. I am a big boy not a baby.
	Miss. Wells put me in with two other babies I saw they were 
walking and playing with their toys. I crawled over to the toy pile and 
started to play by myself. The oldest boy came over and asked what my 
name was. I said. Donny. He said. His name was Mikie and he is two and 
a half. He asked me how old I was. I said. I was eight-years-old. He 
said. He was getting potty trained and showed me his training pants.
	He asked me why was I still in diapers like a baby. I said. I wet 
my bed last night and wet my pants a breakfast. He said. He saw me get 
changed and it looked like I poop my pants like a baby does. I told him 
my aunt would not let me out of the highchair to go to the potty. He 
said. Babies can't hold their pee and poop like big boys can. He is a 
big boy not a baby. I asked him how I could get to the potty when I 
need to pee. He said I would have to hold it until Miss. Wells asked me 
if I need to go to the potty. Or use the diaper I was wearing that is 
the rule.
	I crawled around and played for a few more minutes trying not to 
pee the diaper I had on but without warning I started to pee I could 
not stop it. I continued to play fore about a half hour when Miss. 
Wells walk over to one and a half year old baby Billy. She checked his 
diaper and asked him if he needed to potty he shook his head yes. She 
untapped his diaper and put him on the potty chair in the corner. Five 
minutes later she put his diaper back on and he returned to playing. 
She walked over to me and checked my diaper. She then carried me over 
to the changing table removed my playsuit and changed my diaper. She 
asked me again if I would keep my hands off my diaper tapes and not 
take it off for any reason. I said. OK I will keep my diaper on. She 
let me down on the floor wearing only a Big Bird T-shirt and a diaper.
	I walked over and started to play with Billy. He could only say a 
few words but we played and had fun. Miss. Wells gave Billy a bottle of 
apple juice the handed me mine. I said. That I can drink from a glass. 
Miss. Wells said I would have to drink the bottle or get a bare bottom 
spanking. I took the bottle and started to drink it was good and in a 
few minutes I was finished. Billy and I played for another half hour 
when I needed to pee again. I had no choice but to wet my diaper again, 
after I finished wetting I kept playing.
	One half hour later Miss. Wells checked Billy's diaper and asked 
him again if he needed to go potty. He said. OK. Miss. Wells had him on 
the potty and he pooped and peed like a big boy. Miss. Wells was so 
happy that Billy was learning to go potty, only if his would ask to go 
potty. If he would ask to go she could put him in training pants. She 
checked my diaper and carried me to the changing table and changed my 
diaper without saying a word. I asked her if I could ask her to take me 
to the potty when I needed to go. She said yes but I had to hold it for 
a minimum of two and a half hours for a big kid like me and only one 
hour for a little kid like Billy. Sense I have been wet every hour it 
looks like it would be a long time before I get potty trained again.
After my diaper change she carried me to a highchair and put me in for 
lunch. Billy and Mikie were already in their highchair and ready to 
eat. Miss. Wells put their food on their tray so they could feed 
themselves while she fed me my lunch of baby food three jars that 
tasted bad but Miss. Wells kept putting it in my mouth. I ended up 
eating most of it that was not on my face or bib. Then she handed me a 
bottle and I reluctantly took it and started to suck it because I knew 
I would not be allowed out of the highchair until I did.
	We played for about a half hour after lunch then Mikie and Billy 
were led to a sleeping mat for a nap. Miss. Wells put me in on of the 
three cribs for my nap. I complained she explained sense I wet my bed 
last night I would have to sleep in a crib until I can prove I can stay 
dry. She handed me a baby bottle with warm milk and said to take my 
bottle and take a nice quiet nap. The side of the crib was at my chin 
and as soon as she left I tried to climb out but could not pull my self 
up far enough to get out. So I lay down and started to take my bottle 
next thing I remember was Miss. Wells changing my wet diaper.
	Aunt Betty came in just as Miss. Wells finished changing my 
diaper and asked her how Donny was doing. She told her I was not ready 
to potty train because I was wetting so many diapers. Aunt Betty asked 
her how many diaper have I have used. She said more than most babies 
ever do. Every diaper check time he is wet. She told me I would have to 
learn to hold my pee better to get to play with the big boys. Aunt 
Betty just said keep him in this class until he can prove he can be a 
big boy.
I cried to Aunt Betty I was a big boy and not a baby and I can prove it 
just give me a chance and I can do it! I was really yelling and crying 
and all upset. She told me to follow her. She told me she would do that 
but if I have just one little accident I would have to come back here 
with the babies until she said I was a big boy. I said. "OK."
	She took me to a little room removed my clothes including my 
diaper. She looked at my red butt and said she needed to put something 
on my diaper rash and take my temperature. She rubbed baby oiled on my 
butt then put the thermometer in my but along with a suppository. I did 
not feel the suppository. When she was finished she handed me some big 
boy clothes to put on and left the little room. I quickly got dressed 
and walked out of the room she told me where to go to find the big boy 
class.
	I found my cousins and they led me way out back to their fort in 
the back of the play yard. I was about three hundred feet away from the 
daycare. I was playing just a few minutes when the suppository started 
to work so quickly. I was on the top of the fort and two of the other 
boy's was coming up the ladder and I could not get down until they were 
all the way up. It did not make any difference I mess my pants before 
the first boy was all the way up. I was scared what could I do by the 
time the last boy got to the top. The first boy sniffed and asked me if 
I pooped my pants. I started to cry as they said we don't play with 
babies that poop in their pants. They all started chanting baby, baby, 
baby. Baby needs his diapers back. With them teasing me I felt my pants 
warm and then felt wet. They were all teasing except my cousins. Billy 
helped me down and Jimmy went to get Aunt Betty.
	Aunt Betty came out and said Remember what I told you. I was 
crying and did not even hear her. We walked back in to the toddler 
class and Aunt Betty gave my hand to Miss. Wells and said he needs his 
diapers back.
	It felt so good to be back where I was not teased for my 
accidents. I did not know what happened to me but I could not help it 
the poop just came out so fast. Then I don't even remember wetting my 
pants but my pants were now cold. Miss. Wells helped me out of my 
clothes and cleaned me up and put me back into diapers. They felt so 
good, I felt so safe and warm with just diapers and a T-shirt. Miss. 
Wells put me in the playpen and I enjoyed the rest of the day.
	Aunt Betty came to take me back to the house for the night. Aunt 
Betty held my hand as we walked to her house, my diapered butt waddling 
along. I was wet and did not know it and did not care either. She told 
Jimmy to change my diaper while she fixed dinner. Jimmy led me to the 
nursery as I was sucking my pacifier. He changed my diaper just like 
Miss. Wells did several times during the day. He asked why I can't get 
to the potty like a big kid. I said. I don't know. He said. Timmy never 
used as many diapers as I did today, not even when he was a baby. Timmy 
only wets once or twice a week not eight or nine times a day like you 
did. He said he heard I used nine diapers today that would be eleven 
including wetting the bed and messing and wetting a breakfast. I said I 
could not help it, it just happens. He said last week Timmy used three 
diapers and he is only a baby.
	We walked back to the kitchen and my aunt picked me put and had 
me in the highchair with the tray in place. I don't mind it now that I 
feel so secure being babied. Because I keep wetting and messing my 
diapers like a baby so I should be treated like a baby. May be I can 
ask Timmy for some help getting potty trained again.
	After my baby food dinner I spent the time before bedtime in a 
playpen. Aunt Betty said until I can be a big boy again I would be the 
baby of the house and have to follow the baby rules. She said. Jimmy, 
Billy and Timmy would watch me to make sure I followed them. They all 
know how to change diapers and get you a bottle so just ask one of 
them. I asked her how long I would be treated like a baby. She said. At 
least six weeks. Then I would go to potty training class with until 
then I would have to do what my cousins told me to do.
	At bedtime Aunt Betty changed my wet diaper and put a light wait 
footed sleeper on me. She put me in the crib in the room where my 
cousin would soon be sleeping. She handed me a bottle of warm milk and 
told me I better drink this now or in the morning, but in the morning 
it might taste bad. I lay down in the crib and started to suck my 
bottle. Next thing I remember was Billy in the crib with me changing my 
wet diaper.
	Billy led me down to the kitchen dressed in only a size 5 Pamper. 
Aunt Betty put me in my highchair and put the tray in place. The she 
started to feed me my oatmeal with the same result as yesterday. But 
this time I was wet and messy before she was half finished feeding me. 
As she handed me my bottle she told me my status in school is that of a 
fifteen-month-old. That potty-training begins at eighteen months at the 
school. Every fifteen minutes I would be taken to the potty where I 
would sit until I peed or pooped. After three months of that I would be 
moved to training pants. After six weeks of clean dry training pants I 
would be moved to under pants. Six weeks after that if I could stay 
clean and dry I would be a big boy again.
	We made the walk to the school just like yesterday me wearing my 
wet and messy diapers. The day went just like Aunt Betty told me it 
would. I was always on the potty and with all the stuff they gave me to 
drink I had no problem peeing in the potty within minutes of being sat 
on it. Matter of fact I wet my diaper two times because I could not 
hold it.
	My training went on for six weeks just like Aunt Betty told me it 
would. But one problem I was wetting just about as many diapers as I 
did the first day I was here, even the potty time did not stop my 
wetting. After six weeks of the training they told me that I should 
know when I need to pee so when I need to pee ask and I will be taken 
to the potty. After I went three days with out wetting or messing my 
diaper I could have training pants.
	On my first day of not being sat on the potty I peed only one 
time in the potty and twelve times in my diaper. I messed at lunchtime 
just like a baby should. I was a real baby peeing and pooping in my 
diaper and not even caring. I liked to play with the baby toys sense I 
have not seen a big boy toy sense I arrived. My cousin's thought of me 
as their baby brother and even Timmy could change my wet diapers.
	When summer was over Aunt Betty gave me a placement test to see 
what grade at her School I should be in. At age eight I placed between 
sixth and seventh grade but her school only went up to the sixth grade. 
So she decided to put me in the kindergarten class to have me read the 
boys stories and help show them how to do math.
	At first I had trouble because of my diaper problem. They did not 
want to play with a baby until I started to read them The Wizard of OZ. 
Then Charlottes Web they were so quiet when I read them stories Miss. 
White their teacher liked it. After the reading hour I would show them 
how to read simple words and by the middle of the school year all four 
could read an do math at the first grade level. I showed them how to 
add and subtract and even how to multiply and divide simple numbers. By 
the end of the year they could pass any first grade test and they were 
only five and six-year-olds.
	I still had my diaper problem but I was now only wetting in class 
not pooping. I could hold my poop all for a couple of hours. But pee 
was the problem I would wet without warning all the time. I would only 
be in the all day kindergarten class for about two hours then I had to 
return to the nursery. By that time I would be soaked and need my 
diaper changed. I would mess only while I was being fed a meal sitting 
in my highchair.